DOROTHEA (_half hypnotized_). Of which no more is visible to men
Than the mere summit--fair with azure light
And flowers and birds and grain to sow and reap----
THE VOICE. While the huge base goes shelving out of sight
To coral-caves and monsters of the deep.
DOROTHEA. How queer to think that while one part of me
Is almost fond of James, another part
Is--doubtful----
THE VOICE. Doubtful? Just you wait and see!
DOROTHEA. Oh, for some ceremony, some magic art,
To call up the subconscious mind!
THE VOICE. Then hold
Jung with your right hand, with your left hand Freud,
And clap them thrice.
DOROTHEA (_following these directions_). Of course, I'm far too old....
I ought to be more rationally employed....
But still----
(DOROTHY WILD _darts out from behind the screen. She is a barbaric
figure clad in furs and wearing a tiara of feathers._)
DOROTHY. O-hai! And so at last I'm free!
DOROTHEA (_recoiling_). Good gracious!
DOROTHY. Don't you know me?
DOROTHEA. What's your name?
DOROTHY. Dorothy Wild. You end yours with an 'e'
And spell it with a 'y'--as though for shame
Of owning sisterhood with trees and birds
And dragonflies; as though you'd never run
Beside the foam, shouting ecstatic words
In the wind's ear, nor let the immortal sun
Have your whole body till Something, not of time,
Like an elixir flowed through every vein.
You? You lack pith. You'd never love through crime;
But when _I_ love, I dare--and brook no chain!
DOROTHEA. You're rather frightening. Still, do take a seat!
DOROTHY (_sitting on the table_). Chocolates! One for me?